I was crying because the VIP tickets for BVB were all sold out. I felt sad. Now I will never met my heros. My idols.
My sister rubbed my back, "I'm sorry lizz. I didn't think they would be sold out tht fast. You still want to go?"
"Of corse I still want to go."
"Ok. Well tonight we'll by the general admission ok."
I shook my head. She left the room. I tried to pull myself together. I put my ear phones in my ears and started to listen to BVB.
I put my head to my pillow and closed my eyes.
Suddenly I was in the middle of a dry land. Ashes were falling like snow. I didn't understand what was going on. I was wherein black shorts, a black, low cut shirt. My arms and legs were covered in black paint. I looked around. In the distance I saw a familiar skyline. Chicago's. Bit the building were falling apart.
"What's going on?"
i felt a sowrd at my side. I pulled it out of my belt. In the handle have the BVB symbol carved into it.
I put it into my belt and started to walk to the skylines.
Suddenly people in the same outfit as I. Some were carrying a flag with the BVB symbol on it. Some people were whereing masks.
I stood there flabbergasted, not knowing what to do.
Some one grabbed my hand, and I was caught looking in to the bluest eyes in the world.
Andrew Biersack, held my hand and looked into my eyes.

I sat up in my bed. My alarm for school was going off.
"dammit I'm late!"